diving back in

i don't know what it was that made me think of him again. shane. my diver. have you ever seen someone so beautiful, it hurt your eyes to look? that was shane. blonde hair, blue eyes, the works. and he had that smile. the kind that could turn your insides out, and then back again. and he took pleasure in your discomfort. but did you care? course not. you couldn't wait for that smile to break the surface again.

god, i've turned maudlin'. this is so not me. what was it that made me think of him? whatever it was, i curse it. and, yes, i curse him, too.